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[#233] - cruising for a bruising (Kirby Right Back At Ya!/Hoshi no Kaabii)
Theme Prompt: Curse
Title: cruising for a bruising
Fandom: Kirby / Hoshi no Kaabii (a.k.a. Kirby Right Back At Ya)
Rating/Warnings: PG (with allusions to nausea/vomiting and slight unreality) / Spoilers for "Don't Bank On It"/"Savin' Up! The Cursed Coin Bank"
Bonus: Yes
Word Count:
Summary: After Kirby somehow spits up the last Dedede Doll out following the Dedede Bank fiasco, Dedede himself returns, but the experience has.. not entirely left him.
At first, Dedede regards the entire event he has just dealt with to be some hallucination or evil spell when he wakes up near Kaabii's house at a seemingly random, unknown time. It's dark out, though, and the stars are shining down on Dreamland. Dedede blinks once, then twice, and proceeds to empty his stomach of some of the food he'd found randomly floating about in that false space he'd been in.
Damn that voodoo hooey, Dedede laments, left heaving on the grass. There is a mass of snacks right there in front of him, gloopy like his inner thoughts. He promptly turns around to ignore it, instead looking up to the sky. It looks far too familiar for his comfort.
Dedede opts to walk away from the situation towards his castle, not bothering to even attempt to clear any of the thrown-up "meal" resulting from his little trip into the stratosphere.
What was that place within Kaabii's stomach? Was that even a digestin' system like Escargon described to him as a child? None of it had felt normal, and he had felt weightless in that other area, as if gravity did not exist. What made Popstar as Popstar did not exist.
As if refusing to leave, the jolting vertigo makes Dedede's limbs tremble. Dedede is forced to pause midway through the journey home, just to heave again with nothing but the taste of bile to show for the effort. Dedede still hears his own yells for help, even with his mouth currently not open and his voice silent.
That doll had been a whole world of trouble for him three days ago, and Dedede hates himself for it. He recalls the sheer exhaustion of the experience, the constant spells and curses he chose to inflict on the people. Every incantation like poison on his tongue, the irritable mood he always has suddenly intensified. Dedede is surprised he even remembers the fatigue, or the breakdown that followed.
Dedede wonders faintly if he is still forcefully connected to that godforsaken fake version of himself, and if he will end up suffering further, whilst he forces his aching self up the steps to Castle Dedede. Waddle Dees swarm him, frantically asking about his state, and he ignores them to lumber towards his bedroom to sleep. He dresses in his sleepwear, and proceeds to collapse facedown into bed.
A couple of hours later, with one handle of his sanity, he is forced back to awareness by a Waddle Dee worriedly asking on behalf of Escargon about his current condition. Dedede sits up, considers a pillow next to him, and points at the poor Waddle Dee.
"Tell him I said ‘hi’, okay? Oh, and ‘screw you’.”
And afterwards he lets the pillow loose, stuffing himself right back under the covers and sleeping another five hours where he landed the second time.
The door to Dedede's room opens beyond the bounds of his canopy bed, and so Dedede sits up, a little bit befuddled until he notices just who is coming by. It's Kaabii, holding a object in his little nubs covered in cloth. Dedede growls, his beak downturned in a very angered frown.
"The heck do you want, pink puff?"
The child waddles over to the bed, hops up, and offers the wrapped bundle. Still suspicious, Dedede keeps one eye trained on Kaabii as he unwraps the strange present..
It's the doll. That cursed doll, looking just as drowsy as Dedede himself currently feels. Kaabii smiles at him, making what Dedede can only interpret as the noises of an infant. From what he can interpret, it might be.. "You're welcome", in that odd poyo language Kaabii always speaks in. The odd part about the interaction is that somehow, he doesn't feel any of the cloth hanging off the doll's tiny legs and arms, and he can't recall feeling Kaabii carrying the slightly dirty doll up to Castle Dedede in the slightest.
Weird.
Dedede can imagine how those things feel, as if he were still connected to the doll, imagining the morning dew that slightly melts off the surface of the cloth that is clearly just Kaabii's baby blue bedsheet. Dedede can somewhat imagine looking up at himself from the doll's perspective, and the slight prodding he does cautiously in checking the doll for the money inside, and he can sort of imagine the warmth of his flippers.
But that's the difficult part of still being late on sleep debt. To tell apart between what he feels as the doll and what he feels as himself.
That was why that place - whatever the inside of Kaabii really was to him and what it is now for him - is still difficult to comprehend.
"..Beat it," Dedede finally says, rebuffing Kaabii. "I gotta have my beauty sleep, pink puff. Get outta here!"
The little kid just seems to nod and hop off his bed, leaving him again to his contemplation. Back to the anxiety now brought on by the lack of good rest. That is the real curse, Dedede reasons as he lays back down and holds the fake version of himself with his aching arms and heart.
The End.
Title: cruising for a bruising
Fandom: Kirby / Hoshi no Kaabii (a.k.a. Kirby Right Back At Ya)
Rating/Warnings: PG (with allusions to nausea/vomiting and slight unreality) / Spoilers for "Don't Bank On It"/"Savin' Up! The Cursed Coin Bank"
Bonus: Yes
Word Count:
Summary: After Kirby somehow spits up the last Dedede Doll out following the Dedede Bank fiasco, Dedede himself returns, but the experience has.. not entirely left him.
At first, Dedede regards the entire event he has just dealt with to be some hallucination or evil spell when he wakes up near Kaabii's house at a seemingly random, unknown time. It's dark out, though, and the stars are shining down on Dreamland. Dedede blinks once, then twice, and proceeds to empty his stomach of some of the food he'd found randomly floating about in that false space he'd been in.
Damn that voodoo hooey, Dedede laments, left heaving on the grass. There is a mass of snacks right there in front of him, gloopy like his inner thoughts. He promptly turns around to ignore it, instead looking up to the sky. It looks far too familiar for his comfort.
Dedede opts to walk away from the situation towards his castle, not bothering to even attempt to clear any of the thrown-up "meal" resulting from his little trip into the stratosphere.
What was that place within Kaabii's stomach? Was that even a digestin' system like Escargon described to him as a child? None of it had felt normal, and he had felt weightless in that other area, as if gravity did not exist. What made Popstar as Popstar did not exist.
As if refusing to leave, the jolting vertigo makes Dedede's limbs tremble. Dedede is forced to pause midway through the journey home, just to heave again with nothing but the taste of bile to show for the effort. Dedede still hears his own yells for help, even with his mouth currently not open and his voice silent.
That doll had been a whole world of trouble for him three days ago, and Dedede hates himself for it. He recalls the sheer exhaustion of the experience, the constant spells and curses he chose to inflict on the people. Every incantation like poison on his tongue, the irritable mood he always has suddenly intensified. Dedede is surprised he even remembers the fatigue, or the breakdown that followed.
Dedede wonders faintly if he is still forcefully connected to that godforsaken fake version of himself, and if he will end up suffering further, whilst he forces his aching self up the steps to Castle Dedede. Waddle Dees swarm him, frantically asking about his state, and he ignores them to lumber towards his bedroom to sleep. He dresses in his sleepwear, and proceeds to collapse facedown into bed.
A couple of hours later, with one handle of his sanity, he is forced back to awareness by a Waddle Dee worriedly asking on behalf of Escargon about his current condition. Dedede sits up, considers a pillow next to him, and points at the poor Waddle Dee.
"Tell him I said ‘hi’, okay? Oh, and ‘screw you’.”
And afterwards he lets the pillow loose, stuffing himself right back under the covers and sleeping another five hours where he landed the second time.
The door to Dedede's room opens beyond the bounds of his canopy bed, and so Dedede sits up, a little bit befuddled until he notices just who is coming by. It's Kaabii, holding a object in his little nubs covered in cloth. Dedede growls, his beak downturned in a very angered frown.
"The heck do you want, pink puff?"
The child waddles over to the bed, hops up, and offers the wrapped bundle. Still suspicious, Dedede keeps one eye trained on Kaabii as he unwraps the strange present..
It's the doll. That cursed doll, looking just as drowsy as Dedede himself currently feels. Kaabii smiles at him, making what Dedede can only interpret as the noises of an infant. From what he can interpret, it might be.. "You're welcome", in that odd poyo language Kaabii always speaks in. The odd part about the interaction is that somehow, he doesn't feel any of the cloth hanging off the doll's tiny legs and arms, and he can't recall feeling Kaabii carrying the slightly dirty doll up to Castle Dedede in the slightest.
Weird.
Dedede can imagine how those things feel, as if he were still connected to the doll, imagining the morning dew that slightly melts off the surface of the cloth that is clearly just Kaabii's baby blue bedsheet. Dedede can somewhat imagine looking up at himself from the doll's perspective, and the slight prodding he does cautiously in checking the doll for the money inside, and he can sort of imagine the warmth of his flippers.
But that's the difficult part of still being late on sleep debt. To tell apart between what he feels as the doll and what he feels as himself.
That was why that place - whatever the inside of Kaabii really was to him and what it is now for him - is still difficult to comprehend.
"..Beat it," Dedede finally says, rebuffing Kaabii. "I gotta have my beauty sleep, pink puff. Get outta here!"
The little kid just seems to nod and hop off his bed, leaving him again to his contemplation. Back to the anxiety now brought on by the lack of good rest. That is the real curse, Dedede reasons as he lays back down and holds the fake version of himself with his aching arms and heart.
The End.
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